[Chorus]You belong to the city You belong to the night In the river of darknessHe's a man of the night

Yeah,What the deal playboy, just rest your soulI be holding it down yo still love the doughGot these ladies on the cock now you know how we goGot the whole world on lock down you know how we flowDon't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flameTherefore a world with amnesia won't forget your nameYou held it down long enough, let me take those reignsAnd just like your spirit the commission remainsNiggas can cross the T's and, dots the I'sNow that I got too popular to cop them piesI'm taking this rap shit serious, to my demiseJay shit's like cake mix, watch me riseBasics in the basement, waste itAsking my dog for advice so when he can't say shitMy hatred is, fueled just give me a signAnd I let the world know that the city is mine, what?

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Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you findI'm like a brain in the voice box, I speak my mindAbout to redefine rap mami, either I'mThe illest nigga doing it or these niggas is losing itI read a article that said I was ruining shitBut every time I look, I'm moving units in quickSo I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and splitAnd leave niggas with nothing but my influences-esSoon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my shitSell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shitI'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shitOn the spot, fuck coming back twice to shitHow real is that? My floss game, still intactBoss game, you lame dudes can't feel thatLike the first dude to cop the 850 and 89And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

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I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enoughPlus ya don't stay in the studio long enoughI make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricksHad it locked til I came in the club, Take 6Got your chick cause you swore she was innocentGot her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for whatSo I could be in a dark corner, all in the buttAt the bar alcholing her upI represent the lifestyle of those who thirst creamA buck fifty a shot, Louis the ThirteenthJay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the nameI ain't a player get it right, I'm controlling the gameFrom now until they blow holes in my frameI'ma stand firm, holding my aim, feel me?I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his primeOn the low though, the city is mine!